A Different Outcome

"I can only suggest that you're not from here, if you don't have the card, and we don't need no fib about you being new, understood?" the man hissed, his voice laced with suspicion and authority. He bore the unmistakable demeanor of a prison guard, someone who had seen their fair share of deception and had little patience for it.

Greg, always quick-witted and charismatic, stepped forward to address the situation. "Well, here's the hard part that you're unfortunately going to have to accept, alright?" he declared, his tone carrying a blend of confidence and authority that demanded attention.

"My friend here is new, and therefore he left his card at home. Now, I'm quite aware of an alternative to this situation, and if you guys don't follow it, I'll make sure to voice my complaints, got it?" Greg's words hung in the air like a promise, a subtle threat that carried weight.